Monday, December 2, 2013

Medical Leave,UN summit on HIV/AIDS and Thanksgiving

12/2/13
        Well I can't believe that I have been in Mongolia for 6 months already! Only 21 more to go. It is insane. The days are slow, but the months fly by. This is the longest I have ever been away from my family and I can't believe that I am actually doing it! I am living across the world and surviving. This whole experience has been so eye opening and full of such personal growth. I can honestly say that this is exactly what I needed and that it has been the best decision I have ever made in my life. What a truly amazing gift this was and I can not put into words how much the past 6 months has made me grow and become such a more confident, self reliant woman. I wish that everyone could experience Peace Corps life. I wish that everyone could spend two years in a foreign country, really living among the locals and helping out other countries. It is the most powerful catalyst for self change and growth. How humbling it is to be among this people, who have way less than anyone I have ever met, yet they are so happy and driven. Life is so simple, yet so gratifying here. I don't have a refrigerator, washing machine or a shower. At first this was mind blowing and really stressful for me. But now, I use the balcony of my apartment as my refrigerator, who needs one when the weather 8 months out of the year is under 30 degrees. A shower, please, I have my large mixing bowl, ladle and boiled water. A washing machine? My hands do just fine washing my clothes and the line I hang them on even though its winter dries them. Although I do have to chip off the ice and thaw them, because they dry hard like cardboard. And what about a toilet? The world is my toilet now. Haha. But I can't lie, when it is 20 degrees in my apartment and I am standing in my empty cold bath tub pouring warm water with a ladle onto my body, shivering and goose bumped, I do wish I had a shower with hot water. The boiled water cools off so quickly that by the end of my “shower”, I am rinsing off with just warmer than room temperature water. I then quickly dry off and throw sweats on and immediately blow dry my hair to ward off frostbite from setting in (yes, a slight exaggeration, but it feels like it could definitely be a possibility at times).
       I have not blogged in a while. I have been traveling and without internet, so I will try to remember everything that has happened during the past couple weeks. Last week, I had to travel to Ulaanbaatar (UB, the capital city) to be seen by the PCMO (Peace Corps Medical Office). I had a Cellulitis infection, which should not be confused with cellulite. It is basically a staph infection. So after sending pictures of the infected are to the nurses via email, they quickly called me and told me that they wanted me on the next bus to UB to be checked out by them and that they were most likely going to have to lance it open. I jumped on the first bus going out to UB and arrived around 10pm, where a PC driver picked me up from the bust stop and brought me to a PCVL's (Peace Corps Volunteer Leader) apartment, where I would be staying while in UB. The next morning, I tried to navigate the city and make it to the Peace Corps Office. Needless to say, I got lost, anyone who knows me, knows that I have the worst directional skills ever. I ended up being 45 minutes late to my appointment and had to call various other volunteers and the nurses to try to figure out how to get to the building. Finally, I arrived and was sent straight up to the medical floor and into on of the exam rooms. The infection did have to be lanced open and drained. So painful. I stayed in UB for a total of one week, going to the office every morning to get the wound cleaned and repacked. Luckily, I was given Vicodin to take. While there, I walked around the city and visited all the toursity spots. I went to the art museum which was amazing. The pictures were gorgeous and the sculptures and costumes were breath taking. I love museums, so this was just a fabulous way to spend one of the days. I also visited the opera house and of course all the department stores. I even found a Cinnabun, a burger place and KFC! Cinnabun had never tasted so good in my life. I also went to the movies and watched the new Hunger Games, for only 4 dollars. One of the days, I met up with Laura (a fellow health volunteer) and went shopping at the market and bought matching fleece lined pants. The funny thing about the pants and why we bought them were that only the knees and butt were padded and lined with fleece. We will be wearing them at IST as a joke. The padding is quite thick, but they are really the warmest pants ever.
        I loved walking around UB. It was so nice to see diversity. UB is an up and coming city with a lot of foreigner investors and foreign companies moving to it. I saw white people, black people, Japanese, Chinese, Russian, French, just so many different people, it was weirdly comforting. At one of the coffee shops I sat and talked with these Americans who are going to university in UB and another night I talked to two business men who were starting a banking company in UB. It is was so great to see other foreigners around, walking the streets and going about their days. I forgot what it was like to see other people. Living in Arkhangai (and all other places in Mongolia, other than UB) is like living in a bubble, you are cut off from everything that is “western” really. The only people I see that are not Mongolian are my site mates. There are not many cars, no billboards or advertisements, no department stores or malls, no chain restaurants, UB in a way was overstimulating, but in a good way. After living in somewhat isolation for the past 6 months, it was amazing to see a bustling city full of people and things to do and places to go. It was so nice to spend the week there!
        On Wednesday morning, I went to an HIV/AIDS summit at the Chinggis Khaan Hotel. It was a summit of all the Directors of all the Health Departments of Mongolia. I got a ticket for it, because a former Health volunteer, who worked in Tsetserleg before me, now works for the UN in the UNFPA (United Nations Population Fund for Population Activites), branch and invited me to go. The UNFPA's goal is to promote the right of all individuals to develop to their fullest potential. To exercise this right, all people, especially women, need access to information and services on reproductive health, including family planning and sexual health, to enable them to make informed and voluntary choices and decisions. As reflected in our mission statement, "UNFPA, the United Nations Population Fund, delivers a world where every pregnancy is wanted, every birth is safe, every young person's potential is fulfilled" .  The meeting was awesome. The presentations were in Mongolian, but I got power point printouts in English to follow along with. The presentations were on the current statistics of HIV/AIDS and other STIs in Mongolia and various ways communities are combating the infections. During one of the tea breaks (my favorite part about Mongolian meetings, there are at least two tea breaks during conferences, where tea, coffee and cakes are served), the director of the Public Health Institute of Mongolia came over and started to talk to me about where I work and what community projects I have been involved in. She studied at Johns Hopkins and is married to an American man, so she spoke wonderful English. She invited me to sit next to her for the rest of the conference and we continued our conversation through out the day. She is a great person to know and I am so glad I got to do so much networking at the conference. I also met with an NGO that does sexual health outreach to isolated villages in Mongolia and help promote acceptance of the LGBT community in Mongolia. I took a bunch of their publishing and brochures to bring back to my town and Health Department. My director was also at the meeting and was surprised to see me there. She introduced me to all the other directors as "my American", which is how she introduces me to everyone. "This is my American, Enekes." She also likes to call me by my last names because it is easier for her to say than Brittany. I would have never guessed the Enekes, which 90% of Americans can never figure out how to say, is easier to a Mongolian than Brittany. So most of the HD calls me Enekes. I kind of like it. It makes me feel important and weirdly more intelligent, like I am some kind of health expert. I don't know what it is but I really like it. Maybe it is because for so long, I wanted to be a doctor (now I want to be a public health education specialist) and fantasized about being called Dr. Enekes, so now I am sort of living out that dream. Perhaps, I will go for my PhD so i can still play out that dream. haha. I also got to talk to the Minster of Health again, which is always nice.
        I was able to find the right city bus to take me to the Dragon Center (the bus place) to get onto the bus back to Tsetserleg. After I got my ticket and was walking out of the ticket office, a man grabbed my arm and started talking to me. I understood nothing he said and just kept asking him to repeat things, but nothing sounded familiar. After about 5 solid minutes of this man intensely speaking to me I told him in Mongolian that I did not understand what he was speaking and asked if he was speaking Mongolian to me. He started laughing and said No, he thought I was Russian and had been speaking Russian to me. I laughed and thanked god inside my head, that it was not my lack of Mongolian that was the problem. He then started speaking in Mongolian and I was able to understand that he wanted to help me carry my bag and show me to the proper bus. So he picked up my suitcase for me and brought me to my bus and then asked me for money. I gave him a small amount and he thanked me many times and sat on the bus and talked to me for a couple minutes. I then went and got lunch at a little Mongolian restaurant. I got back on the bus and then man came back and asked for more money, I apologized and told him I had no more (note to self, don't give out money or have anyone care your bags, because all they want is your money). We chatted a little more and than left. On the way out he told the driver I was an American, the driver than called over his buddies to take a look at me and the proceeded to take pictures of me reading my book, trying to ignore the fact that a small crowd had formed outside me window and were watching me. Just another paparazzi moment. Finally, everyone else boarded the bus and I the seat next to me was occupied by the cutest 8 year old girl who was traveling with her dad. Both of them attempted to sit in one seat, so they didn't have to pay for two. I silently cursed my luck but then 20 minutes into the ride the dad found an empty seat and moved it, leaving just me and the little girl. Thank god a seat opened and he moved to it. Three people in one cramped area would have been miserable and he reeked of vodka. She shared the candy her dad bought her with me and quickly fell asleep on my shoulder. After we stopped for a dinner break we got back on the bus and I chatted with her about UB and what I do in Tsetserleg. I then fell asleep
         I got back late on Thursday night (Thanksgiving), which did not feel like Thanksgiving at all. I had to promise the nurse that I could repack my wound, in order to be allowed to go back to Tsetserleg for Thanksgiving with my site mates. So she showed me how to repack the wound and gave me all the tools, saline solution, disinfectant and various other things needed to make it as sterile as possible. So today I will attempt to repack my wound, should be interesting, she told me to call her if I needed moral support. For anyone who doesn't know what this entails, it entails me pulling out the old packing gauze, cleansing the area with iodine, using a syringe to flush it out with saline solution and then using a hemostat to put more packing material into the wound. Sounds like a lot of fun, definitely adds to the Peace Corps experience and it will be a fun story to tell one day. But now I can add packing deep wounds to my list of skills. Since I was in UB on Thursday, we decided to have Thanksgiving dinner Saturday night.
         Friday afternoon, I went to an event that the Health Department put on at the government office. It was about alcohol and cigarette awareness. Three different companies from Arkhangai were competing for money. They had to put on skits, sing songs and give a presentation on the danger of alcohol and cigarettes. The community was invited to watch, and a lot of people turned out to watch the competition between the Teachers' College, Police Department and Electric Company. The skits were hilarious, yet very informational. The skits depicted Mongolian life and were so true to all the stigmas and beliefs about alcohol use here in Mongolia. It was funny to watch them make fun of their own culture and interesting to see that they perceive the alcohol use the same way that I do. They had skits about drinking at work and doing shots of vodka during the day in a circle, where everyone is pressures to keep drinking the shots until the bottle is gone and one about drunk men passed out in fields or on the side walk. They had a skit about the men having affairs with other woman and young girls becoming pregnant. I was surprised on how aware they were of the problems in their community, yet nothing is done about them. They had these brilliant plays that perfectly depicted life in my town, yet some of these people I knew and have seen out drinking excessively. The event lasted about 4 hours and at the end I handed out pamphlets with information about alcohol and cigarette abuse and how to get help for both addictions. I hope that the community members and kids who attended the event got more out of it than just the laughs that could be heard roaring outside of the building!
Saturday morning, I went to one of the local schools for a health competition. The kids had been studying their health books and then all seven schools got together to compete in a health facts competition. The health department set up the event and there were about 50 children involved. On the projector a question and 4 possible answers would show up, the kids each had papers with A-D on them and had to hold up the paper with the letter that they thought was the correct answer. If they held up the wrong answer, they were eliminated. First, second and third place won money and a plaque.
         Our soum volunteers came into Tsetserleg for Thanksgiving. We cooked and ate dinner at Jen's Ger. We cooked most of the vegetables on her wood stove and used the oven for the chicken (the only turkey you can buy was in UB for $70 US dollars, it was small and totally not worth the $70 bucks) and the apple pie. I made mashed potatoes, brown sugar carrots and pumpkin bread (thanks to the mix my mom sent me). It took a couple hours to cook everything on the wood stove, but in the end, the meal was delicious and we all had a great time. To me, it did not feel like Thanksgiving, but just another meal with the group, which I think was the best thing. It kept me from being sad about being away from my family. It was strange to be away from home. It is the first holiday I have not spent with my family and it was such a strange feeling. Since Mongolians obviously don't celebrate Thanksgiving, there was no real excitement about the day, which helped. I didn't have to see other people celebrating with their families, so I wasn't as upset as I thought I would be. I think that Christmas will be the most emotional, because some Mongolians do celebrate it. But I am happy that I will be able to Skype my family during their Christmas Eve dinner, my Christmas morning. I think Christmas will be the worst, we all already feel the emotional roller coaster starting to pull us downward as the days pass in December and make their way to Christmas. But we all plan on taking Christmas off from work and watching Christmas movies all day and eating a nice meal together.
        Tonight, I am going to a play about AIDS/HIV. It is being put on by the local theater group here and is supposed to promote and raise awareness about HIV/AIDS and how to prevent the spread of it in Mongolia. I am currently working on my HIV/AIDS program that I am going to do with the local schools here in town.

Monday, November 18, 2013

River Adventure and Moving Into My New Apartment

11/18/2013

            This weekend flew by! On Friday night, Will, Lore and I went to Jen's to watch “The Shining” on her new couch. We munched on caramel popcorn that tasted just like Cracker Jacks and played with my puppy. Saturday morning, I met up with Lore and we went shopping at the Black Market. I got my boots fixed by the cobbler, who is just the cutest old woman who works in this little closet. She sits on the ground with all her supplies and makes and fixes shoes. I got my shoes restitched and it cost less than a dollar. The terrain here is so rough on shoes! This week when I have time I am going to bring my other pair of dress boots to her, so she can add some winter treads to the bottom of them. Whenever I wear that pair, I fall at least 3 times, never fails. While my shoes were being fixed, we walked around the market. I was in search of wood and nails. I want to make a bookshelf/cabinet unit for my apartment. I have just had this urge to build something. Unfortunately, there was no wood to be found. I have to ask my counterpart where I can buy lumbar, I did however buy a pack of nails. Semi-successful trip. I brought the puppy with me, and once again everyone wanted to pet her and talk about the fact that they wanted her to be a boy. I was even offered money for here before they found out she was female. One older man asked if he could walk her around the market, so I said sure and he just walked her along side of me while I searched for lumbar. Once we were done with the market I went back to get my boots and then headed off to hang out at Will's for the day. Will and I went shopping at the new supermarket to get food to make Chicken Alfredo Pasta, then headed back to his apartment to hang out. We invited my counterpart and his daughter over to eat and watch a movie with us. They came over around 7pm to eat and then left to meet his wife who had just gotten back from a training in UB. My counterpart came back over once his wife was home to watch a movie with us. We watched the new “Carrie”. It was pretty good, except my puppy peed on Will's bed. I was so shocked, she had never done that before. Luckily, after that she was fine for the rest of the night. Around midnight, Ariuk and Will walked me back to my guest house. I stayed up till 2am, talking to one of the missionary's nephew who came to visit his uncle for 3 months in Mongolia. He is from Florida and just with a degree in Sports Medicine. Unfortunately, he was leaving the next morning to go back to UB. Sunday morning, we chatted again before he left on the bus back to UB. The group of missionaries were so interesting to talk to! What a lief some of them have led. One of the families, has lived in Mongolia for almost 19 years. They have have had all but one of their children in Mongolia.
           Sunday afternoon, Lore and I met up with Jen for lunch at our favorite Yellow Shack (there is no name on the building, so we just call it Yellow Shack because that is exactly what it is. It has such great food though. I had kimche and milk tea, which as usual was delicious. Then Lore and I went back to my apartment to grab my dog, and went on a hike in search of the river we saw from the mountain we hiked before. We took to the never ending fields and trudged through mud and ice in search of the river. We walked for about 1.5 hours when we finally found what seemed like it could be a frozen river, but it ended up being a big reservoir, so we climbed over the fences into another field and began the search again. This field had giant mounds of grass and dirt. It looked like something out of a weird scifi book. Lore, the dog, and I jumped from pile to pile trying not to touch the ground, like we were in elementary school again. It was so much fun. The dog lost at that game. Haha. We kept seeing things that we thought were stream and rivers, but they just ended up being snow and ice on the ground. We kept joking that the river was just a figment of our imagination, like a mirage in the desert. We kept seeing it and then it would not be there once we reached the spot. We finally came up to what we think was the part of the river we saw, it was all frozen over so we decided to do a little skating on it. It was hilarious to watch the dog slipping and sliding all over the ice. So we are unsure of whether or not we actually found the river we saw, but we are going to take a trip up the mountain sometime this week to see if we can find the river (we actually drove by it on our way to the hot springs, so it does exist) and carefully find landmarks near it, so that next weekend we can really find it. We all want to buy blades to strap onto our boots so that we can go skating on the frozen water, like all the village kids do. We need to find someone that makes them.

11/19/2013
             After several panicky phone calls to numerous Peace Corps Mongolia Staff and two days of negotiations, I finally signed my rent agreement and will be moving into my new apartment tomorrow afternoon. Thank goodness for Naraa (Safety and Security Director) and Enkh ( IT man) driving 7 hours to Arkhangai to sit down with my HCA and new landlord. The apartment passed the safety inspection, but then the rent and utilities price kept changing depending on who we would talk to. But now after what feels like hours on the phone, everything is settled and agreed upon. Today, after work I will go pack up the rest of what is in my old apartment and get everything cleaned and in order to move into the new one.
Naraa and Enkh took us out to dinner last night at Chingis Pub. It was delicious and so nice to sit and have a conversation with them about our lives here in Arkhangai and how we are adjusting to it. They are both so caring and so interesting to talk to. Both are Mongolians who live in UB and work for Peace Corps. Their English is amazing and so are their personalities. Through out the whole two day process, a smile never left Naraa's faces. She said that she be able to fix it all and kept telling me not to worry and she was right she was able to negotiate not only with Peace Corps staff but most importantly with my landlord and HCA. She is a lifesaver! =) I can not wait to move in tomorrow!
            Another great thing about my apartment is that my new landlord is a Police Officer and said if I have any problems with anyone in the building that I should not hesitate to call to her. She will solve all problems regarding my safety and also introduced me to another Police officer who is in charge of keeping track of foreigners in Arkhangai and he said that he is looking out for my safety too. I got his number and he said that he will be coming over to my Health Department to talk and to get my information down so in case something happens he knows who to contact. He worries about us Peace Corps volunteers a lot he said, and wants to make sure that nothing happens to us while we are here for the next 2 years. Naraa was so happy to hear him say that and she got all his contact information so he can act as a liaison to us since she is so far away from our Aimag.
           I also just got the okay to start doing Health Classes in one of the kindergartens here in town. Ariuk said he talked to the director and she would love it if I came in and worked with the children on health topics (hand washing, hygiene and teeth brushing). So I am going to come up with a lesson plan to show her. I want to incorporate crafts, games and music into it, so they have fun while learning about these subjects! So excited to work with the younger kids, they are just too cute!

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Top 10 things I miss, Moving into a Guesthouse and English Lessons

10 Things I Miss (other than family, friends and the English Language):
1) Subs from Subway. Really just cold turkey sandwiches in general. There is no cold deli meat (no turkey at all) or vegetables here that you can eat raw.
2) Reality TV and Talk Shows
3) Smoothies. No blenders here.
4) Spin Classes and kickboxing
5) Refridgeration
6) Sunday “soul” Mass in Buffalo
7) Hulu and Netflix
8) Watching NFL, NBA, NHL and college basketball games
9) Skiing
10) Urban Outfitters, GAP, Express and Victoria's Secret (I can't stand shopping in the unorganized, cramped Forever 21 stores but at this point I even miss Forever 21 and their cheap accessories and camis)

11/14/2013

            Now that I am moved out (for the most part) of my apartment and into a safe place, I can now talk about the issues I have been having living in my apartment. I have had issues with harassment and what the Peace Corps calls “stalking” (I have not been followed, that I know of, but the same men keep coming to my apartment trying to get in) for about a month and a half. Most nights, they would bang on my windows and then it became my door, yelling things that they want to do in English ( I'll spare the details, I'm sure you can figure out what I'm talking about). I am on the first floor, so this made me extremely uncomfortable but when I swore into the Peace Corps, I promised to serve whatever village they placed me and in hardship. So, I thought this is hardship, these men are just part of serving in a third world country. So I would ignore them and just put my headphones in to drown out their voices. But then it soon escalated to loud large brawls and arrests. By this time, it was hard to sleep at night, because I was afraid that they would break through my windows (one night the men resorted to throwing rocks at my windows). I quickly emailed Peace Corps, who immediately got on the telephone and told my landlord that the bars I was supposed to have on my windows the first day I Moved in were not optional and they need to be put on now. The next day I had bars. The Country Director and Safety and Security Director was forwarded my email and within a day I was on the phone with both of them. They had a meeting about my situation and decided that it was not safe for me to live there anymore, even with the newly added bars. I spent a couple days with my site mates and then they made the decision to move me into a guest house until a new apartment is found. The guest house is great and the people that run it are fantastic. I have a hot shower, a bed with a real mattress, breakfast served to me every morning (fresh fruit included). The first night I stayed there, there was a convention for missionaries and I fell asleep to the sounds of them playing guitars and singing, so much better than the yelling I am used to. It actually brought me to tears. The people are so nice too. At breakfast a couple of them came over to eat and talk with me. Most of them are from the US, but there is a couple from Canada. I talked about Tim Hortons and Buffalo with them. We both share a love for the Timbits. The husband also just started flying ultralight planes and was telling me about how he is going for his sport pilot license and wanted to start learning to fly helicopters as well. I felt at that moment that my Uncle Tim was there with me, watching over me and keeping me safe. =) I am so much more comfortable now and I am looking forward to getting a new apartment. So glad that, that whole ordeal is over. Peace Corps has been so wonderful and on the ball once they found out about my situation. I am so thankful for all the personnel that has called me 4-5 time a day seeing how I am and all the support they have offered to me. I am also thankful for the staff from Peace Corps Headquarters in Washington DC that has called to apologize and offer their support. Truly a wonderful community of people!

 11/15/2013

         Yesterday afternoon, I went to see a possible new apartment. It is on the third floor and has two doors, including a steel safety door on the outside that has no handle. It can only be opened by a special key that I will have. It has a small balcony and the bedroom/living room has hard wood floors. The kitchen comes equipt with a sink. That is it, no cabinets or counter tops, but my counterpart says the handy man can do something about that. It also has a toilet (that works!!), heat and a shower with a hot water box! It is smaller than my old apartment, but I like it a lot! Peace Corps comes to check it out on Monday to see if it is up to PC standards which I'm pretty sure it is, since the one I used to live in somehow passed. It is also closer to my work and right behind Will's apartment. Fingers are crossed I can move in sometime next week!
Today, I received a ton of messages from school doctors who came to me training on Prevention of Non-communicable diseases. About 15 school doctors and nurses are interested in working with me to come up with a Health Class Curriculum that they can teach to kids ages 10-17 in the schools. I am so excited about this!
        On Wednesday, I had a great English Class with the community members at the Future and Child Adolescent Center. I taught them about the present continuous tense and adjectives to describe people. I gave them magazine pictures and had them write sentences describing the people and talk about what they were doing in the pictures. I then had them stand up and tell the rest of the class. They really enjoyed the pictures and looking up words in their dictionary to describe different details of the clothes. At the end of the class they asked if they could keep the pictures and were so excited when I said of course they could. I am currently working on making a grammar book for them, with all the grammar rules (so many!). I now know so much about the English Language. I had no idea about the names of all the different tenses and kind of words. Every Wednesday Will comes to the Health Department to help me with work, since he has no afternoon classes on Wednesdays. We are going to start teaching English classes at the Central Hospital for the doctors and nurses. We are going to split it up, where I will teach the beginner group and he will teach the more advanced, since he is a TEFL volunteer and an English professor at the Teachers' College here. We came up with the tentative lessons for the first 5 weeks of classes. We will probably start them mid December.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Halloween Party, Americans, My First Solo Training and A New Friend

*disclaimer. I am sure there are a billion and a half spelling and grammar errors in these posts. The longer I am in Mongolia, the more the English language eludes me. In the mongolian language there are no articles, ands, ors, buts, any punctuation other than the period and now that I am not writing things in English, my spelling of English words are off. In fact, I just had to rewrite that little paragraph several times before it sounded correct to me.Enjoy! xoxo

10/28/13
         We had our Halloween party for school 1 on Saturday. About 28 kids came for the decoration contest and made some really creative wall decorations with only recyclables and paint. I was really impressed and they seemed to have a fabulous time doing it. We had 6 games, dancing and the movie Hocus Pocus playing in the background of the party. We were told to expect 400 kids, but in reality the social worker forgot to tell all the teachers and failed to see that there was also a sports competition that night, that all the 10th and 11th graders were participating in (those were the two grades of the party), so in actuality, about 30 children came to the party. We all had a lot of fun and 30 children is much more manageable than 400, but we did feel a little bummed since we were expecting 400 and put all this work into it. But, it was not our fault, we hounded the social worker about telling the teaches and he told us he did. We made a sign that played on the tv in the entrance of the school to advertise it and met with several children about the party, but we had no idea about the competition. For our first party though, it was a success.
       After the Halloween Party, we all went out for dinner and drinks, my counterpart and Jen's counterpart joined us. We then went to the dance club for a couple hours, where we met up with some teachers from school 1 who were celebrating one of the teacher's birthdays. So you know what happened...rounds and rounds of vodka shots. Luckily, I got away with out having to drink any of them, by staying on the dance floor and dancing all night. Good thing I love dancing!! I unfortunately lost my wallet at the club, so the next morning I had to cancel my cards. And then of course, 2 days after one of the teachers brought my wallet to Jen, saying she picked it up at the end of the night when she realized we had left it. So glad no one had it, but now I have no cards to get money out. I called Peace Corps and they gave me my account number so I can go into the bank with my Mongolian ID and get money out. At this point, it doesn't really matter because of the government shutdown, PC has no money to pay us, so we are waiting to get paid whenever they can get an advance from the bank. Come on government, come up with a budget already! A lot of people have only 50 Tugriks left in their account, which you can buy a piece of gum with. So we shall see how they get by until we get paid again. Thank goodness I have money in my account and have my American account I can dip into if I am desperate.

10/31/13
         Last night, I had my first English class with the government officials. They said I was a great teacher and really pretty. One man kept asking to date me. He asked me at least 5 times, I finally lied and told him I had a boyfriend back in America who would be really angry if I started dating someone else. He stopped asking after that.
         In today's class I taught them how to introduce themselves, simple continuous tense and numbers and colors. We played several games after each subject to really imprint the ideas in their minds. I used a lot of the techniques my Mongolian language teachers used with us during training. Next class, we are going to go over simple continuous tense and learn some new verbs and English sentence structure. It is surprising how fast 2 hours go bye. I was pleasantly surprised.
       Today, while I was walking home from lunch, a car stopped next to me and a woman yelled out hello. She asked if I was a doctor and I told her I was a Peace Corps Volunteer working at the Health Department. She said yes, that she had hear of me and would like my friendship and help with work. She is a gynecologist at the hospital and would like me to help her with trainings and just be my friend. In her words “I like to work together and then see each other when we are no busy. I would like a friendship with you”. This is what I love about Mongolians attitudes towards foreigners, they are not intimidated or think we are reeking havoc on their youth. Everyone just genuinely wants to be friends with you and practice their English whenever possible. What a great country! I can't imagine just driving up to someone on the street in the States and asking to be their friend, first you would think they are crazy, then they may be a rapist/kidnapper and definitely not someone you want to be friends with. But here, people are just nice and want your help and friendship. What a strange concept to ask for help when needed, in the States, I think that we are all so afraid of being inferior or seen as weak, that we often would rather suffer then ask for the help of others. We all have such big egos, that we do not seek help from others in fear of being seen as less fortunate or less able. It is all about who is on top and we are willing to trample over others and put aside our real desires to be seen as successful and independent in our communities eyes. Money, power, time and things run our lives, but here in Mongolia it is the exact opposite. None of these things are important, the governor is just as important as the people cleaning the streets. Everyone has their purpose and are respected for it. Age grants respect, not position, wealth or education. This is the one thing I wish that I could bring back to America. I wish that people would stop caring so much about wealth and power and just live in the moment. Be happy with what you have and where you are. Because in the end it is not going to matter how much money you have or how many cars you own, in the end the things that are going to comfort you on your last day, are not things at all. People and their love are going to comfort you and be there for you throughout your life. Relationships are important. If we all stopped running around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to do everything all at once, I think that as a country we would be much happier. Life does not always have to be a competition, sometimes its nice to just sit back and enjoy it all. Breathe it all in and not worry. This is one of the most important things I have learned since being here.
       I am a completely different person regarding this. Before I came here, I was so uptight about schedules, overly competitive about everything, and worried about things that weren't going to happen for months. I was so worried about how I appeared to others that I wasn't really enjoying life. I was stressed and unhappy, yet on the outside I seemed like the happiest person ever. Being in Mongolia has taught me to relax and not be so worried about what everyone thinks and to stop planning things down to the minute detail. I have learned to just live in the moment (for the most part) and its a truly freeing feeling. I am so thankful for this experience and I think it is just what I needed at this time in my life.

11/2/13
        We were told we should get paid today! We shall see. =) This past week has been super busy at work. Usually I work 9-5 everyday, but this week I have been working at the office till 6pm and then going to tutor the government officials from 630pm-8pm. I also have volleyball league on Wednesdays from 8pm-10pm and then basketball league from 10pm-11pm. So my Wednesdays are jam packed from 9am-11pm. I absolutely love the business though. I wake up most days at 6am to go for a run with the puppy for an hour, then I come home to boil water for the day and shower/get ready for work. I walk over to work and am straight busy till 1pm, when I go on my hour lunch break, which consists of a mug full of soup and going on another long walk with the puppy. At 2pm, its back to work until 6pm, when I run home to let the dog out before tutoring. Once I'm done with tutoring, I cook dinner and then take the puppy out on another long night walk. She loves the walks, and I really enjoy them too. I am surrounded by such a beautiful landscape, that I love just being in the crisp air, exploring all the mountains and paths near my apartment. The morning walks are my favorite, because at 6am it is still pitch black out, so we walk with a flashlight around town, coffee in hand, and by 630/645am the sun is rising and it is absolutely breathtaking. The pink and blue colors combining over the mountains is like something I've never seen before. I will never get used to it.
       Over the weekend, Will's mom and Aunt came to visit. His mom brought me a big bag of banana chips (my favorite snack), which I ate in 3 days. That seems to happen when I receive food, I try to conserve it, but having the new delicious options right in front of my face doesn't allow for conservation. They took us out to dinner twice during the week and got us Christmas presents, which we can't open until Christmas. They were so sweet and it was so nice having other people to talk to. They came to visit each of our works and homes. When they went to the school, they read books to the children and gave them gifts. Will's mom was a teacher for 35 years, and had her old school write letters and make a book (the kids wrote and illustrated it) to give to the students here. When they visited my Health Department, they met all my coworkers and discussed the difference of health care here and back home. They seemed genuinely interested in each one of our jobs and my coworkers loved them. We went back to the guesthouse with them and stayed up talking for hours. It was so nice to have a mom and aunt here, even if they weren't mine. Each night ended with a giant hug. It made me miss my family so much, but they were great substitutes for the week. They are coming back to visit again, along with his dad and brother. Marc, Jen's boyfriend also came to visit for the weekend. He is from England and is working in Ulaanbaatar. He is really sweet and has that great dry sense of humor I love. He fit in well in our group and will be visiting again in a couple weeks. We went to the black market for shopping with him. I brought my puppy with me, who was exhausted from our morning run. I ended up carrying her in my arms for most of the day. The Mongolians loved her. Everyone wanted to pet her and talk to me about her. About 15 people checked to see if she was a boy or girl. Everyone of them disappointed she was female. Thank god she is, if not everyone and their mother would be trying to steal her. Twice I was offered money for her. I kept telling people she was my little child. They would laugh and just follow me around the market. She was a hit. Every time I take her for a walk, people point and come up to me asking to pet her. They think it is so funny that I walk her on a leash (belt), people in Mongolian do not do that. I've decided that I am buying her a little winter Mongolian dell to keep her warm on our walks. AHH! She will be so cute in one!

11/4/13
         Today I had the day off from work! It is Chingiis Khaan's 851st birthday. Woah does it feel so great to just do nothing. We are all going over to Jen's for a movie marathon day and make grilled cheese and french fries, our go to lazy meal. Jen and Lore have the whole week off due to a winter break at school. So lucky!
At work, I am working on making a database for discharge papers for the hospitals here in Tsetserleg. The hospitals here currently have no way of giving discharge instructions to there patients, they just rely on verbally telling them, which we all know when sick or just coming out of surgery, we are not keen on the idea of memorizing instructions, let alone even having the ability to remember anything that is being said when in that mind set. My director came to me with this dilemma and asked what we did in the US. I told her about discharge instructions and she now wants to implement that idea. With the help of the internet and Mrs. Briner's suggestions (thank you!), I have compiled a bunch of information about the most common diseases and injuries here in Tsetserleg to begin translating into Mongolian with my counterpart's help (a lot of help). I am also writing to the Health Minister and making visits to the hospitals in the capital to get more information on the programs they use when discharging patients and to see if the Health Minister can help us to buy a real software program that is already in Mongolian and will have all diseases and injuries in the database, without having to translate everything word for word from English. I know that the hospitals in UB use these types of programs, but the problem is the hospitals and health department here in Tsetserleg have no money. It was also suggested that I write to the software people themselves and see if I can get a free copy of the database in order to spread information to the countryside, as a donation. Once I find out the names of the software the capital is using I then plan on doing that as well.

11/5/2013
        Today, when picking up my laundry from Fairfields ( I waited to long and had way too much to do by hand, so I brought half of it to Fairfields to be washed for me) my friend, Saraa, who is the manager at Fairfields told me a funny story. She said that when in a cab a man told her that lately he has been seeing 3 foreign girls walking around town and wondered if she knew who they were. She pretended she didn't know us to see what we would say about us. She asked what we looked like. He said one girl is black and the other two are yellow. She then asked where he thought we were from. He said well the black girl is obviously from Africa and the two yellow ones are from Russia, especially the taller one (me), she is definitely from Russia, completely Russian. She said oh wow I will have to meet them and got out of the cab. So funny. Everyone always thinks I am Russian and tries speaking to me in Russian. Whenever I say I am American they are surprised. Saraa said this is a good thing, because Mongolians think that Russian women are the most beautiful women in the world. Haha.


11/7/2013
       Yesterday, I went shopping with Jen. She met me at the Health Department, and we went to the Black Market and the new super market. I bought more camel socks, fleece lined leggings, a dog collar, and some vegetables and other food items. While at the market, we got to practice our street Mongolian. The vendors never think we know Mongolian, even when we ask them the price for things in Mongolian, they will take out their calculator to show us the price. So now whenever they go for their calculators we tell them that we speak Mongolian and we can understand them. This always pleases them and they then try to show us everything at their stand and ask us all sorts of questions about our age, where we are from, what we do and if we are married. It is so much fun to see the looks on their faces when we speak Mongolian to them. Every person tells us that we are excellent at Mongolian (although we know otherwise) and that they hope we visit them soon.
       I made the most delicious beet soup for dinner. It was made with beets, cabbage, carrots, onions and potatoes. I boiled it all together and added in some spices. My host mother always made it and I loved it, so I tried to replicate it. It is definitely something I will be making again.
       Today, I had my first solo training. I was supposed to have my counterpart Ariuka be my translator, but he had to go to a training in UB. So, I made my power point in English and then he translated it into Mongolian. I gave the training in English with the Mongolian power point behind me. It was more like a word document on slides, because since I had no translator I wanted to make sure they understood everything I was saying. The presentation came out like a Mongolian one. Slides full of words with pictures and charts thrown in every now and then. But I really wanted them to get it all, so bullet points would not work in this case. My presentation was on how to prevent Non-Communicable diseases among the younger generation. The people who came to the training were doctors at the hospital and school doctors and nurses. I had to give the presentation based on American standards, campaigns, laws and trainings. They seemed really interested when I talked about our ID policy for drinking and buying tobacco products and the fact that American children receive physicals from their doctors once a year and visit the dentist twice a year. At the end of the presentation, I asked them all to critique my presentation, write what they liked and disliked, what they thought was helpful and interesting. I also had them write down if they were interested in having me teach health classes at their schools and hospitals and whether or not they would be interested in helping me come up with a health class curriculum for schools, since there is none. I am excited to read their responses, once Ariuka translates them for me. Haha. I can not read Mongolian cursive, only print and of course everyone always writes in cursive when I hand out surveys or questionnaires. I always forget to tell them to please print. But overall for my first solo training I think it went well. =)
      I really like making trainings and presentations for the community, I hope that this is what my job will consist of when I get back to America. I found a program that I think is perfect for me at the University of New England. It is a Master's in Public Health: Health Education Specialist. With this degree, I could work in Health Departments, Hospitals, NGOS, WHO, CDC, and various other government organizations planning community trainings and events to spread awareness about various health subjects. I am starting to take online classes in January that the Peace Corps offers us for free through various colleges, Conflict Resolution and Journalism. Also, I started an online class to learn Spanish. I really need to start studying Mongolian, but when immersed in it all day long, its hard to want to learn more.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

below zero, puppies and drunk goggles

10/15/2013
       I finally received my birthday package from my parents! They, along with my aunts, put together a giant box full of dried fruit, Oreos, cake mix and frosting, magazines, beauty products, pajamas, scarves, 2 new pairs of boots and movies. It was amazing! The box looked like it literally went through the Typhoon that happened last week in China. Which makes sense since it was stuck in China forever. It was torn, opened and resealed, wet and squashed. Luckily, everything inside was fine! The box even had a Chinese sticker on it that said return to USA, but someone crossed it out and sent it onward, thank god! When I went to the Post Office the lady told me that my package was very large and that I should get a taxi to get it home. But I have yet to get a cab here in my city and really didn't want to test it out without my handy dictionary, so I decided I would brave the walk and carry it home ( my site mates were all still at work). My arms ached by the time I got home, but I made it and only had to stop twice to take a break!
        An electrician came today to take a look at my hot water heater in my shower. The box was broken, so I always have to heat my water on the stove, but it looks like the landlord is going to replace it, since I pay more in rent because the apartment is supposed to have hot water in the shower. I will be so happy if this really happens. They took the old one out and said they would be back with a new one (I think that's what the man said, I really could not understand him, but hand gestures and the fact that he had the old box in his hand led me to that conclusion). Fingers crossed!

10/16/2013

            Yesterday, I was part of my first real training. I planned the training and activities that would go along with it, but unfortunately due to time constraints we had to reschedule my part for another day, which is fine, because there is so much more that I wanted to do and now I'll have more time to do so. It was nice to watch the other presenters, they consisted of 3 Health Department staff members and 2 staff members from the Tuberculosis Center. My counterpart gave a presentation on the dangers of smoking, he is such a great presenter! He engaged the college students and had them really into a discussion and had them laughing the whole time. He is so ambitious and self motivated, its amazing. I am so lucky to be paired with him. I always have a great time when he is around and he is so knowledgeable on everything, literally any question I have he can answer. The other two health department staff presented on nutrition, STD/STI and family planning. The two woman from the TB Center presented TB, obviously, which is still a large problem in Mongolia. My presentation was supposed to be on the dangers of binge drinking in college and I had made “drunk goggles” and prepared an obstacle course for them to do with the goggles on. The goggles were super easy to make and when I go into UB for Thanksgiving I am going to buy real safety goggles to use just for this demonstration, for now I am using my sunglasses. All you have to do to make them is to have a pair of glasses or goggles and then you put Vaseline on the lenses. The Vaseline distorts everything when you look out the lenses and to add to the drunk feeling, I was going to make them spin 6 times before they could start the obstacle course and intoxication drills. I am excited to do it tomorrow because I tried it out this afternoon and they really worked. I am going to have them wear the goggle and spin and then another student will toss a ball at them to try to catch and then they have to navigate through like a maze and at the end write down their name and phone number on a small piece of paper. Tomorrow, I will be doing my presentation first to make sure I get to go, because my counterpart thinks the kids will like mine the best, which I agree. Health educators here in Mongolia, do not use any interactive means to teach their information, it is just straight lecture. Yesterday, many of the students were talking, sleeping and playing on their phones through out the training. I wanted to snap my fingers at them but I thought it would be rude. They were very nice and respectful of me though. When I first got there, they had one of the better English speakers welcome me to the university and told me about the schools history and current population of students. Its funny, when I first walked up to the building, I thought it was an elementary school, the universities here are so tiny. It is smaller than the elementary school that I went to back home.

10/17/2013
          Today, we were supposed to do another training at another university but it got rescheduled due to teacher inspections. I have no idea what that means, neither did my counterpart. But this gave us the time to sit and chat because now we both had nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon. At first we both went to our separate offices where I began to Pinterest my future wedding and house ( such a guilty pleasure) and check out the latest celeb gossip on Perezhilton.com (my go to sites when I need a brain break). Then in the middle of looking at wedding dresses, my counterpart came in and sounding distressed he said that he had important question about the cervical cancer vaccine. I laughed because it was so random and we have never talked about that before. But then I realized he really did want to talk about the vaccine and had some very valid concerns and questions. A little background on Mongolia and the cervical cancer/HPV vaccine. Two years ago China began to ship it to Mongolia, so it is still really new and many people do not accept it and are afraid of side effects (most of which are myths and untrue, but without the proper knowledge being explained to them, they believe it all). Many parents refuse to have their daughters get the vaccine because they are afraid it will give them cancer or that they will die from the vaccine because of numerous other reasons. My counterpart is not one of those people, but does show concern that their vaccines are not up to par and since they are coming from China they have no idea how they are being preserved and shipped. So he began asking me questions about the vaccines we have in America and how doctors handle parents and children regarding the vaccine. I told him that when it first came out, a lot of people were against it and thought that it was just a way for pharmaceutical companies to make more money. There were rumors about it causing bad side effects, but now it is accepted and most girls ages 9-15 receive them. 70% of cervical cancer is caused by the HPV strands that the vaccine protects young women from, so why wouldn't you get the vaccine. To me it is a no brainer, but that's because I have gotten the correct information fed to me and have done research of my own on the vaccine in college. The vaccine saves lives, yes are there people whose bodies react negatively to the vaccine yes, but that is true of any drug. So I showed him a bunch of stats and charts on the two drugs that the FDA approve in the stats and then showed him the rate of HPV and cervical cancer and how the vaccine is helping, not hurting the female population. At the end of my rant ( I never knew I was so for the vaccine until I started explaining it to him), he asked me to help him make a pamphlet and start a training for the community on the importance of the vaccine. But, I do want to look into more the type of vaccine they are giving the girls and how different it is from the one in the States. He told me that they get it between the ages of 15-18, then another in their 20s and a third in their 30s. I explained to him that it may be more useful if they give it between the ages of 11-15 instead, since many girls in Mongolia report having sex at early ages and in order for the vaccine to work, they must have not come in contact with HPV before. We will see how this goes, I tried to explain to him that it may take a couple years for the parents to accept the vaccine and the benefits of it.
           Another concern he voiced during out conversation was the problem with food poisoning at the public school dorms. This week 20 children at food poisoning at one of the local schools. My first question was “well do the cooks get training on food preparation?” His answer “No.” Well there is your problem I told him, I would guess that the food is not being cooked or stored properly in the dorm kitchens. I told him that I would love to spear head a training/seminar for the cooks at the schools and teach them food safety. He was all for it and told me to present the idea to Gandiima after he talked to me about one other problem the community was having. This time they have had an outbreak of illnesses. Children who were receiving their 1 year old shots, 7 of them, had become very ill after receiving them. After asking him a few more questions I discovered that the children had been given the vaccine by the same nurse at the same family clinic. At first I asked if they received a bad dose of the vaccine, but he said they were in the same batch as the rest of the clinics, so he ruled that out. I then asked how the nurse gave the vaccines, what was her method, how did she handle the children and the supplies. Did she wash her hands between children? Did she use clean needles? Wear gloves? He said he did not know but most likely she was not washing her hands or wearing gloves, because they don't do that here. Well I said what were they symptoms of the babies, was it a skin irritation, flu symptoms, cold symptoms or any other kind. But he did not know, so I told him in order to help him, I needed more details. I have a feeling the babies got sick because they were all seen by a nurse who never washed her hands or wore gloves, therefor spreading bacteria from one baby to another and then onto the needle she was injecting them with, but we shall see when I get more details. Sometimes I feel like I am playing the character of Dr. House except for the fact that I am in Mongolia and do not have a medical license. But I do have the internet, 4 years of medical related classes and pretty good common sense, which goes far here. My counterpart told me that I have more knowledge than most of the doctors, which is actually scary and now I know why Peace Corps flies us all the way to Thailand when were are sick or injured instead of to a Mongolian hospital.
          After our discussion I went straight up to director's office, which I am very proud of myself, because usually it takes me a couple days of careful planning and courage to go up to her with ideas of projects. But I decided to just go up and try to fumble my way through Mongolian mixed with some English words I know she knows and hope she gets the jist of it and okays the projects. Luckily, she understood it and loved it and gave me the names of the health department staff she wanted me to involve. She also told me that she wants me to go meet with the Community/Social Health branch for he health department and give them ideas for World Aids Day and cardiovascular disease trainings. I don't know why I am so afraid of talking to her, she is so nice and caring. She always asks how my health is and if I am eating well. She asked me to come talk to her everyday whenever I have time, so I really am going to start doing that. The more I talk with everyone, the more comfortable they are asking me for help and just interacting with me, so I really need to take the initiative and not be afraid to be turned down when it comes to project ideas because so far they have liked all my ideas.
        I can't believe that I have been here for almost 5 months already! Some days I feel like I am a great volunteer and then other days I feel like I am doing nothing. But as more time goes on I realize that feeling is not going to go away and the more I talk to other volunteers, I find out that that is how everyone feels for the whole two years. It is hard to see change in such a short period of time, but there are going to be those flickers of light, where you see small movements towards change and that what is going to give you the courage and drive to keep going. I have learned to accept that more, and not wait for giant ah-ha moments, because there will be a few of those where you can measure tangible change. For the most part it's going to be all the little things I do that make a lasting impression and help them become more successful. That is the hardest thing to accept. When I first signed up for Peace Corps and truly even during training, I thought I was going to walk into my host agency and just start making changes left and right; holding these giant trainings and health projects that would change the lives of everyone in my community. Boy was a I delusional. But as long as I try and get the information out there, some one's life will be changed for the better and that is all we can hope for while we are here! Thank god for the wonderful PCVs that are here with me, keeping me sane and reminding me to breathe when things go a rye. Although I accept that fact that I may not change every single person here, I will keep trying to change my whole entire community, because that is the type of person I am, but I will be easier on myself when things do go as planned or I don't see the results I was hoping for.

10/18/2013
         This morning I had the best skype session with my best friend Emily (for those of you who don't know her, she has been one of my closest friends since elementary school). It was just the conversation I needed! It is so weird not being able to talk to her whenever I want about everything under the sun. From good times and bad times we have always been there for each other and I am so lucky to have such an amazing friend in my life. I am so excited that she has an awesome new job, new apartment and is really loving life! Both of us are in such great places in our lives (finally). Ever since we talked, I have really been taking the time to look back on things that have happened in the past and things that are going on now and be comfortable with who and where I am right now. The one thing that really stuck with me that she said (I can't remember the exact wording) was when looking back at memories and experiences, you can look back at them and be happy, but you also must ask yourself “and what”..And what did this teach me and what am I going to do with it. So I traveled to these great places and met these great people which is great, but the most important thing is what you do after wards with what you learned. How do these experiences make you grow and be a better person, what actions can you now take?
        One of the most important things that we have both learned from being abroad and being really on our own is that “it is what it is”. Things happen and you can't control them, you mustn’t dwell on these things, just be happy everyday at each second. There is no good in worrying. Just be in each moment completely and enjoy each moment. So thank you Emily for such a wonderful and inspirational conversation. Love you so much and can't wait to talk to you again (I promise not to write about every conversation we have haha).

10/20/13
        Work has been going fabulously. I am really making moves with my two projects and becoming really good friends with my counterpart. He is so much fun and we are finally feeling comfortable with each other. Our conversations no longer seem awkward or strained, we now joke around and tell each other stories about our childhood and families. We get tea together and text each other on the weekends about upcoming events. He is awesome and I am so lucky to have such a great counterpart who is not only good at his job, but an awesome friend and great person in general. I am now tutoring his younger sister in English and helping her with her homework assignments. She is studying for the English Olympics, which is an English competition that the top 3 students from 9th and 11th grade from each school in Mongolia participate in. She won in 9th grade for Arkhangai, and is hoping to win again and then move onto the country wide competition in the capital. She is so smart and motivated. When I asked her why she wanted to learn English, she said that she wants to go to university in UB to be an Economist and then go to Harvard for her masters. She teaches herself English for the most part, because she is now beyond her teacher's level of English. I asked her how she practices and she said that she talks to herself in the mirror and listens to music and movies in English. She goes to school at 9am on Saturday mornings to do extra math work with one of her teachers, because she is much more advanced than the classes she takes. I asked her why she works so hard at school, when all her friends are home hanging out and she told me that she wants to be able to help her parents and take care of her younger sister one day by getting a great job. I told her that I admired her and that she is someone who can make a lot of difference in the world. She such smiled and giggled. I hope that she continues to be driven and enthusiastic about school, because she honestly could be such a positive role model for the women of Mongolia. I am so excited to see what the future brings for her and to be able to witness it over the next two years. School in Mongolia is done at grade 11, so next year she will be going to UB for university. She has her entrance exam in April, which will tell her what school she can go to. I have no doubts that she will get into the best one.
            Yesterday, I woke up and cleaned my apartment and went online to look up ways to decorate it, now that I am most likely staying here for the rest of my service. I found some cute organizational ideas on Pinterest and decided to go shopping at the Markets to find everything I need. I called Lore and asked if she wanted to join in on the shopping trip and we met at the bank and began the hunt for my craft supplies. I bought everything I needed, hooks, nails, wood, curtain rods, clothes pins, string, tacks and spray paint. I now had all the supplies to make my scarf organizer and make shift clothes rack to hang ironed outfits, so I don't have to iron an outfit every single morning. On our way out of the market we saw that the new “super market” that has been being built since we moved here was now open. It is amazing! The supermarket had three different types of soy milk, vanilla, chocolate and cappuccino! Lore and I were in shock, we bought all three types and they were surprisingly good! I am so excited to be able to have cereal now in the morning. It also carried multiple kinds of pringles and champagne! We immediately bought our favorite Pringles and ate them on the steps of the market. It was such a beautiful day out. We also bought champagne and orange juice to make mimosas with to celebrate the new supermarket. It's the little things in life. I called Will as soon as we checked out and were eating on the steps to let him know of the great find, he literally ran to the market to meet us and see it for himself. Who knew that a supermarket could elicit such excitement in 3 grown people.
         Lore and I then went back to my place to meet up with our friend Urta, for a girls night. Urta speaks English pretty well and is hoping to get a job at World Visions, which would be amazing because then we could work together on projects. If she doesn't get the job, then she has to move back to UB to work, which would be so unfortunate because she is so much fun to hang out with! The three of us made springs rolls and red bean burgers. Both turned out fabulously and Urta enjoyed them as well. Mongolians tend to not eat vegetables and in order to consider something a meal, there must be a large portion of meat, but since being in Mongolia, for the most part, Lore and I have not been eating any meat. I don't cook meat at my apartment, so the only time I eat it is if I go to a restaurant and order it, which is not often. As we ate our meal, we watched an episode of Friends and then spent a couple hours on Facebook showing each other our friends back home. Urta also asked how “Americans keep their teeth so nice”, so I then gave her a mini lesson on how to brush and floss her teeth. She has never used floss before, so I told her that floss is just as important as brushing her teeth and gave her a box of floss to use. She was so excited and then told me about the dentists here and how she doesn't like how you can only go when you have a really bad cavity. After I told her about American dentists and how Americans go about twice a year to get their teeth cleaned “professionally”, she said she wished that the dentists in Mongolia did that, because “mongolians have ugly teeth”. I reassured her that Americans also get cavities and sometimes have ugly teeth. Haha.
        Urta told us how a dog in the neighborhood had puppies and left them in back of her apartment, they were really small and she was worried that they were not going to make it out in the cold. She was feeding them, but could not keep all three puppies herself inside her apartment. I have always been an anti dog person. I like other peoples' dogs, but never had the overwhelming feeling to have one of my own, so I brushed of her comment, saying that I would go look at them, but I really don't think I want one. Then I made the mistake of going to see the puppies the next morning. They were so adorable, even though they had fallen in one of the squatty potties in the yard. Lore and I could not resist their tiny little faces. We called Urta and told her we were behind her apartment looking at the puppies. She came down and talked about them, telling us which two were the best behaved and then invited us into her apartment for lunch. Her mother was so sweet and gave us beef stew, bread, tea, candy and airag (fermented mares milk, which has definitely grown on me). She sat there talking to us as Urta translated. Her mother said she would have prepared a real meal if she knew we were coming and that next week she will have us over for dinner. She will cook us a French meal, that she learned from one of the missionaries that had been in the town. Her mother told us how she loved American women and that she wanted us to visit her frequently and thanked us for helping the community. It was so sweet, I had tears in my eyes the whole time we talked. The people her are just unbelievably kind and open. I hope that I leave Mongolia with their attitude and outlook on life. What an amazing way to live.
      Lore and I left Urta's apartment with two puppies in plastic bags. I now have a puppy named чихэр (cheekhair), which is Mongolian for the word candy. She had the most wonderful attitude and is adorable. I am so excited to spend the winter training her, she is going to know some amazing tricks by the end of these two years. But first things first, I must house train her, which is going to be hard, because she is so little and should still be with her mother. Lore and estimated the puppies ages to be a little over a month, based on the amount of teeth they have (we searched online how to tell the age) and due to the fact that they are teething. Will came over to play with the puppies and help us bathe them. My puppy loved the bath and just laid right down in the tub, but Lore's on the other hand, hated it and was jumping around the whole time. After the bath, they were freezing so we put them in front of the space heater, where they quickly fell asleep cuddled up next to each other.

10/21/13
        It snowed so much last night and is now -4 degrees. I love it. The town looks so beautiful covered in snow and the puppies (Lore's is staying at my place until she can get a gate to block off her Ger, which should be tomorrow) loved playing in it. I woke up this morning and took them outside where they jumped around and wrestled in the snow. They then ate some breakfast and fell back asleep as I got ready for work. I went to work and worked on my Food Safety presentation and looked up how to train a dog. I got a couple E-Books about it and will be reading them all week and practicing with the puppies. During lunch, Lore met me at my apartment to take the dogs outside again and go out to eat. They are getting better at going to the bathroom outside and we even started to teach them how to sit, which they surprisingly caught onto with the help of hotdog pieces. Since there is no dog food to buy, we have been creating our own, using rice, beef broth, carrots and chicken pate. They seem to love it and we also got a great recipe to bake treats. In Mongolia, the dogs just eat the scraps and leftovers of their owners food, which usually means, skins of potatoes and carrots, bread fat, water and anything else that falls on the floor or that the humans don't eat. The concoction is actually really gross looking and smelling. I remember watching my host family feed their dog and feeling so bad for it. I am just so excited to take the puppies out tonight in the snow and play around with them. The snow is perfect for packing snowballs!
          The girl I am tutoring came to my work today to have me look over two essays she wrote, which were great and I only had to fix some grammar mistakes and cross out a few extra articles. The internet isn't working at work, so it's making it hard to look up things for my trainings. Luckily, I downloaded a couple articles and PDFs about World Aids Day last Friday, so I am reading over those now. Since the internet is out, my coworkers have been playing table tennis. I love that when the power or internet goes out, all work stops. People just go home for the rest of the day or they hang out and play table tennis. No stress. Granted, they do work all hours of the day on the other days to finish their work. Numerous times I have walked by the Health Department and people are working away at 8/9 at night. So although they have no real schedule, they do stay at work much longer than Americans. There days consist of coming to work at 9 or 10 am and then staying till 8 pm because they take so many breaks and go shopping during work hours. But I kind of like that about Mongolia, because when I am feeling tired from working, I just go on a two hour lunch break or a walk around the market, come back to work rejuvenated and ready to do some more work. Maybe they have work all figured out. If you don't stress time so much, maybe people will be happier and more productive at their job. I recently read that Arriana Huffington (my idol) of the Huffington Post (I read it every morning) has nap and yoga rooms in her office for her workers to relax and sleep in. She feels as though her workers work better when rested and relaxed and has been writing articles, cleverly titled, “Sleeping Your Way to the Top”. She has done research and is now implementing it at her job; when people get enough sleep and take naps intermittently through out the day they are more productive.

10/23/13
        Today, I had a three hour meeting with the social worker of School #1 about the Halloween party we are planning for this Saturday night. Jen and I have been planning the party for over a month and when we went to day to make sure things were still going as planned, we learned that her counterpart had forgotten to tell the teachers and students. So here we are 2 days away from the event and no one knows about it. Luckily, my counterpart came with me and was able to translate everything and the party is now on again for Saturday. In true Mongolian fashion a party for over 400 students is being planned 2 days before it is supposed to take place. For the next 48 hours Jen and I will be doing non stop work on the party that was supposed to be planned solidly over the past month. We had a party committee set up with teachers, social workers and students, who were supposed to be getting ready for the event, we had given them examples of the decorations the students need to make, wrote out a description in both English and Russian to give to the English teachers of the school to translate into Mongolian. But if it is like any Mongolian party I have seen before, it will be awesome and the students will have a great time.
         Yesterday, I helped give a presentation about binge drinking at another college and it went really well. They loved the beer goggles game and were really enthusiastic about the rest of the training as well. I completed the English version of my food preparation training, so now I just need to take the rest of the week to look it over before I submit it to my counterpart to translate and work on. Today, I also discussed the idea of getting dentists to come into the elementary schools and give presentations to the students, as well as provide each student with a free toothbrush. This idea was new to him, so I explained how dentists give out free toothbrushes in America, and told him about the time when we had a dental student come into Boys and Girls Club and do a quick presentation and gave out little gift bags of floss, toothbrushes, toothpaste and book. He is really interested in doing this at the schools here and we are going to start looking into setting this up for next year, when he can submit a new budget and get some goodie bags together for the children that attend the training. In the mean time I am going to look up grants that we can apply for to get more funding for our trainings.
         Tomorrow, I am helping gather all the surveys we sent out to different organizations around Arkhangai. The surveys were about daily health practices and overall health. We sent them out to 19 different organizations to be filled out by their employees and will collect the majority of them tomorrow.
         My puppy is doing so well. She is so cute. She snorts when she is happy, its adorable and I hope she never grows out of it! I used to be the person who never ever wanted a dog, but now that I have one, I just love it. I didn't even like playing with other peoples' dogs let alone having one myself. Apparently, when I turned 23 years old, I also turned into a dog lover, more like dog liker, I still do not allow her to lick me (I hate that) and I will never refer to her as my child like she is human. We have been practicing sit and shake, which she has down for the most part. Her favorite treat is little pieces of hotdog, so whenever she does something well I give her a little piece. She is also doing really well with house training. She has figured out that when she whines, I will take her outside, so she does that whenever she has to go to the bathroom and when I am not home, she uses the little area I set up for her bath-rooming needs (most of the time). Since being separated from her sister (lore's dog), she is now afraid to sleep alone in the kitchen, so she now sleeps in bed with me. Which I don't mind at all, she is extra warmth in my freezing apartment. She sleeps curled up next to me. I can't wait till she is big enough to go for walks and runs with me! I got a couple books on how to train a dog to do tricks, I figure I have two years to make her the best trained dog there is, especially since the winter time is so long and work is almost non existent during those months.

10/24/13
         This morning we had another meeting about the Halloween Party and drew up a layout of the gym and a schedule of all the games. 13 teachers have agreed to help us proctor the event and bring in juice and snacks for the kids. They are going to do a decoration contest tomorrow, and the winners will receive a prize and the decorations will be used to decorate the gym for the party. Tochto, Jen's counterpart got really into making up games and gave us some great ideas for the party. Aruik, my counterpart, just helped me write a speech that Jen and I will have to give in Mongolian during the opening ceremony of the party. The parties here are so “formal”, the students and teachers will arrive and take their seats in the gym while the director gives her speech and then we give ours, after the opening ceremony, the games will start, then awards will be given out for the winners and then the alst hour will be the dance. Before the last song, their will be a short closing ceremony, with a couple other speeches and then finally the last song and the end of the party. The games that the students will be playing are: 3 legged race, limbo, pin the tail on the black cat, pumpkin bowling, orange passing relay race, ball toss (set up like beer pong, but without the beer) and freeze dance. They are going to be class versus class competitions, where each class is awarded points for how they do during each game.
       About 20 minutes ago, I found out that I will be doing an hour long presentation for all the health educators and school nurses/doctors on how to decrease non-infectious diseases among adolescents. It will be on November 7 from 1030am-1130am. Luckily, I will have a translator, so I only have to prepare the Powerpoint in English and then the translator will put it into Mongolian and translate for me during the presentation. I am super nervous, but also excited. I need to start working on it ASAP.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Health Summit and My Birthday Weekend

10/09/13
      Today was the Arkhangai Soums Health Centers Summit. A soum is like a town/district. I live in the Aimag, which is like the capital city of Arkhangai. So comparing Arkhangai to New York, I would be living in Albany and the soums are all the other towns like Saratoga, Buffalo, Syracuse, etc.The 17 soums of Arkhangai each sent their Governor and then three people who represented the hospitals/health clinics, a gynecologist, pediatrician and head of the hospital. At the summit, each soum gave a presentation on their future health projects and plans and also how previous implemented projects were going and what they needed in order to become more successful. The French Ambassador to Mongolia was there as well as a diplomat from Monaco, who both aid in supporting many of the project that were discussed at the summit. They were both incredibly nice and interesting to speak too. I loved how they called me Mademoiselle when they spoke of me or addressed me. I love a French accent. When speaking to the French Ambassador during the tea break, he asked if I was fluent in Mongolian and I said no, not at all, still trying to learn the language. He then asked where my translator was and I said that Peace Corps doesn't give volunteers translators, they really want us to learn the language. He looked flabbergasted at the idea and told me that he was amazed and then asked if I understood anything that was being said during the presentations. I understood some of it, but not enough to actually be able to talk intellectually about the ideas the health centers were speaking of. Then tea break was over and we resumed our seats. During the summit, the French Ambassador spoke, the beginning of his speech he spoke probably a paragraph in Mongolian. I understood every word of it. He spoke at just the right speed and over pronounced the words just like I do. It was great! I then sat for the next 6 hours with my dictionary trying so hard to pick up on words I knew and put together sentences in my head. Who knows if they were right, but I felt good being able to form what I thought were pretty logical statements that went with the theme of Health Care. For lunch, they took us all to a local restaurant where we ate salad, sheep ( I think) and stir fry, had chocolate cake and wine. Then the second half started and the groups were split up into different rooms depending on their job title. I was sent with the gynecologists. There were a couple power point presentations, a couple Mars bars eaten and then a disagreement (I think, due to their tones and hand gestures) about the budget. I then helped clean up and the summit was over. I can not say that I learned much about what was going on in each soum, but it was nice to be a part of the meeting and see how they run these types of large meetings. There are some reports from each soum being translated into English, so I look forward to reading them and seeing what they were really talking about at the summit.

10/14/13
      Friday was my 23rd Birthday! Everyone at my office kept congratulating me. Literally. They would come up to me, shake my hand and say congratulations. It took me a while to catch on, but then I realized they were congratulating me on my birth. They do not say happy birthday here. When I first got here, the town was celebrating its 90th Anniversary and the same thing happened. Everyone I passed on that day would shake my hand and say congratulations. At that time I had no idea what they were saying, I had not learned the word for congratulations, so I went around the whole day wondering what people were saying to me and why everyone I passed shook my hand and said the same word. I thought it was maybe a different word for “thank you” and that everyone was just being so kind and thankful that day. But now I know and I think its so wonderful that on that day everyone in town congratulated each other and was so proud to be a citizen of Tsetserleg. The schools had big celebrations, dances and a lot of food and drinking to celebrate. It was awesome!
       So for my birthday, we went out to dinner at our favorite local restaurant and Will bought me carrot cake! It was so delicious! We then went to Lore's Ger to watch a movie and just relax after the long week we each had. The weekend was spent at Will's, starting with a pancake breakfast on Saturday morning and then a day full of celebrating and watching new episodes of The League, It's Always Sunny and Colbert Report and then out to the local club for some dancing Saturday night. The club was once again full of dancing Mongolians who immediately wanted us to dance with them and take pictures with us. I am truly going to miss feeling like a celebrity when I go back to the States. Haha. One of our new friends took Lore and I up on stage where we proceeded to dance and watch with front row seat the dance battles that played out through out the night. We also made friends with the DJ who has us help play songs. Soon we were tired and went back to Will's to sleep. First, spaghetti was made, the internet was surfed and then we all fell asleep and woke up to it snowing a lot Sunday morning! Gorgeous snow flakes covered the ground and mountains! Around 1pm Lore and I went shopping and decided to make sweet and sour chicken for breakfast/lunch/dinner meal. It turned out so delicious! Definitely something we will have to make again. It was a great birthday weekend and I am so lucky to be surrounded by such great friends and in such a beautiful country!
        Sunday afternoon, I also went to Lore's Ger to help here get water from her well. We said hello to her hasha parents, who invited us in for some milk tea and bread. Her parents are so cute and so kind! They also brought out the “good” candy dish for us, full of milky ways and snickers. They asked how my apartment was and when I told them how cold it was they were very concerned and told me to come to their house more often to get warm. After her hasha mom thought we ate and drank enough we were allowed to go get water. This was my first time fetching water and I was so excited. But then the excitement quickly ended and once again I was reminded how lucky I was to be living in an apartment with running water, but Lore, by the end of these two years is going to have amazingly sculpted arms! The 10 minute walk up the hills with pales of water is no easy task. It was freezing, but you can't grip the handles of the heavy pales with gloves on, so you are forced to brave the cold and carry the pales bare handed as freezing water splashes on you (me more than most, her hasha cousin was a pro at carrying them!) Also, you must balance on the snow and ice while climbing up the hill that Lore lives on. By the end my arms felt like jello and ached. Every time wish I lived in a Ger, and had a hasha family, these kinds of tasks happen and I am sent back to reality and am perfectly happy living in my apartment.

Monday, October 7, 2013

What a blessed life I live.

10/3/2013

          My family members should be immortal. We should all live on forever together. It's hard to wrap my head around losing my Uncle Tim last week. This was not the order, something that I would have never imagined hearing during my 27 months here. He was to young. It doesn't feel like real life. I think that the hardest part about losing someone you love, is waking up in the mornings. Every morning you wake up and have to relive the fact that that person is gone, it was not a terrible dream. Every morning is a reminder to me and that's when it is the hardest. I find myself talking myself into staying in Mongolia every morning, instead of jumping on the next plane to the States to be with my family. I don't want to dwell on the tragedy or make my family relive all the pain as they read this, but I do want to take a little time to write down my thoughts on living through it thousands of miles away from my family and what an important role my family has played in my life. I have reserved all the details for my journal.
          I have never had to deal with loss or pain alone before and it has definitely been the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. My coworkers have been amazing throughout the last week. They let me cry in the office (which happens every morning and every time I skype with anyone) and have come to my house to talk about my uncle and taken me out to eat; which is really special, because in Mongolia it is bad luck to talk about death, granted they never say the word and just refer to my Uncle as badly injured, but its the thought that counts, right? My site mates have been just as equally supportive, cooking me dinner and letting me cry on their shoulders. But the hard things is, none of these people really understand the love I had of my uncle and what a truly wonderful human being he was. They can't reminisce about memories or feel the great loss that is now in our family. They can tell me how sorry they are, but they don't have that connection that you feel with family. I just want to lay and cuddle with my sister in her bed. I want to sit with my mom and dad and talk to my cousins, and hug all my aunts and uncles and tell them how much I truly love them and how much each one of them have effected me and made me into the person I am right now.
For those of you who don't know my family, you should know that they are the most caring, supportive, loving, close family I think in the entire world. I was so lucky to grow up with an extremely close family. I had lunch every Sunday with them, in the summers we had swim days on wednesdays at my aunt's, me and the rest of the “younger” cousins had breakfast club on Thursday mornings with my grandpa, we celebrated every holiday and birthday together, there were numerous sleepovers, celebrations and vacations. Every single person was a piece of a big puzzle, each family member played a vital role and when we lose one, the puzzle is not complete. The first time I felt real grief and pain was the death of my Dziadzi (polish for grandpa). To this day talking about him brings tears to my eyes and now with the death of my Uncle its even worse. These two men were so strong, smart, loving and caring. My uncle loved adventure and I loved talking to him about it. I had some of the best conversations with him about traveling and the Peace Corps. I had dinner with him, my aunt and cousin's right before I left and I remember sitting on the deck with him talking about what an amazing experience this was going to be for me. He pulled out his phone and showed me a quote that summed up his view on life perfectly and we sat their and just talked about it. I wish I could remember the quote now, but I remember at that time thinking that is was perfect and it just summed up everything I was feeling. My uncle got it. I remember the amazing banana shakes/smoothies he would make for Jade, Ash and me spent the night at their house. They were so delicious. All the times he helped me with my computer and the advice he gave me throughout college. When my uncle loved, he really loved. He beamed whenever he talked about Jade, Ry and Zach and I don't even know what you would call his love for his grandson Lukas. Whenever Lukas was around, a smile was plastered on his face. I am going to miss him so much. I can't even begin to imagine what it is going to be like when I return to the states after the peace corps. I wish my family strength and courage through out the coming months. And I wish I was home to hug them all, I hate that I have to communicate via Facebook or Skype. My heart aches for my aunt and cousins. It is not fair to them. I feel selfish for not being home. I know that if I did go home, I would never come back to Mongolia and finish my service. It would be so difficult to leave my family again. And I know that my uncle would have wanted me to stay and finish what I have started. In his words “If it were easy, everyone would be doing it”. I remember using that exact statement in my college personal statement essays and in high school when I applied to the New Visions program my senior year.
        Every afternoon last week I went on a hike after work to help clear my head and take time to journal. Every time I have reflected on my family and wonder why it was my uncles time but I also think how lucky I was to have him in my life and how truly blessed I am to have such amazing people in my life. Hiking here has been such a great tool in dealing with my stress here. In the beginning of service we had to fill out an emotional health questionnaire about how we would deal with the stress of being abroad. I had put hiking on my list of ways to deal with emotional stress, but up until last last week have never used it. I usually just resorted to turning up my music in my apartment, dancing around and organizing and reorganizing my closet (which was what I always did in the states when under stress since there is no gym here to go work out in), but the organizing and cleaning was not working here, so I decided to go for runs whenever I was stressed, which then turned into full blown run-hiking trips up the mountains in six hundred layers of clothes. Every day that I am in Mongolia, I realize how much I took for granted in the US. Growing up I was always a “wanter”.I always wanted more clothes, more things, and more this and that. I still do, but being here has really reminded me things that are important to me: family, adventure, learning, traveling, clean air, sunrises and sunsets, stars at night, mountains, kind people. Clothes, shoes, makeup, magazines, parties, these things that occupied my time and money in the states, are of no real value. I have a limited amount of clothes, 4 pairs of shoes and no makeup (except mascara, mascara is a necessity) here in Mongolia and I am so happy. It takes less time in the morning to get ready and I am able to appreciate going for a run in the mornings through the mountains, reading books atop the mountains, talking to people about a culture I once knew nothing about, laying out at night and just looking at the all stars and truly being thankful for everyone in my life and for the life that I am living. I have learned so much about myself in the past 4 months, its shocking. I know what things I will never settle for and what it truly takes to make myself happy. I feel like I am going to go back to the States with a whole new perspective on life. Its amazing and I am so blessed to have had this chance in life. “Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” – Cesare Pavese

10/7/2013

          This past weekend, one of the M23 volunteers came to stay and take part in our site visits. Site visits are when the Peace Corps staff comes to check in on us. They inspect our housing and agencies we work for to make sure we have no safety and security concerns and to help us communicate with our agencies. If there are things we would like them to do or things that would help us adjust better, we can tell the staff who then translates it to our directors. My site visit accomplished a lot. We went over all of my housing problems and my director has been told she has 2 weeks to have them fixed/ prove they are making the fixes to my apartment and be looking for a new one for me to move into. Also, Peace Corps will be putting metal bars on my windows for added safety and security because of some the issues I have had. I should have a working toilet soon and they have even agreed to taking a look into getting my hot water box in my shower fixed! The broken windows will be replaced and my kitchen ceiling will be repaired and they will be “winterizing” my doors and windows so that the drafts will be gone. They also went over how I am doing at the Health Department. All my counterparts and coworkers said that I have a great attitude and I am so cute. Haha. They are all excited to start learning English and begin working on projects with me as soon as they are done with all the fiscal year reports. PC staff talked to them about not being shy, and to come to me with questions and ideas that they want help on, because up until today, they have really been afraid to talk to me I think, because they do not know English. But he explained that I do know a lot of Mongolian medical terms and I can understand a lot more Mongolian than I can speak. I also have dictionaries and phrase books in Mongolian and English that help a lot in communicating ideas. I hope that this week they start coming to me and asking for help. I am still continuing on making trainings that I think the community could benefit from, working with World Visions on Reproductive Health and helping them translate letters from the Koreans who support Mongolian children and working with social workers and school doctors at the local schools. I think that today is a turning point in my service and that things are going to start picking up here at the Health Department. It seems like everyone is now back from their summer vacations and are starting to start up projects in the community. PC staff also told them that I am allowed to travel with them to other aimags, soums and countries for trainings and evaluations. They did not know I was allowed to, so now that they know I am hoping to start traveling more with them!
        Yesterday, Will and I made caramel apples. It took us a few batches of caramel to get it right, but now I think we got it down and know the proper amount of sugar, butter and milk to add. We then made Alfredo pasta and watched movies with Darren and Lore. We watched Argo, which I thought was really good (the parts that I was awake for, I still can't watch a whole movie without sleeping). It has been really fun having Darren here, and I know that Will really appreciates the extra testosterone.
        Last weekend, Will, Jen and I went to the hot springs! It was amazing! We camped on top of a mountain near the hot springs. We built a fire and made mac and cheese on it. The tent we rented was so tiny and flimsy. Luckily, we have super warm -30 sleeping bags and like each other enough to spoon all night. The hot springs were on the property of a tourist resort, so we paid to use them for the day. It was so relaxing and all the trees were bright yellow against the dark green grass. It was picturesque. I unfortunately cracked my head open after I was overly enthusiastic about winning a game we were playing near the fire. I flew my body backwards ungracefully and smashed my head on a tree stump. Luckily, Jen was able to get the blood gushing out of head under control and it eventually stopped. No stitches needed. There was a brief period where we had to think about how I would get down the mountain and how we would get a hold of someone to bring me to the hospital. We were about an hour away from civilization. Thank god my head stopped bleeding. What a kill joy that would have been. We had at first planned on biking to the hot springs. We had been told it was a great place to mountain bike and we could rent bikes from one of the guest houses. But then decided since we had so much stuff that we needed to hire a car to bring us there. And what a great decision that was because as we drove to the springs we realized there is no way we would have made it up and over the mountain passes. It would have taken us an entire day and at least one of us would have been critically injured on the journey.
         At work I have been working on Dental Hygiene packets that will be distributed to schools and parents and have been also designing a training on cardiovascular disease and how to prevent it/ keeping it under control. Today, I will start to work on my reproductive health trainings and seminars for the dormitories and schools and also lesson plan for my English classes. Tonight, I think that we are all going on a sunset trip to the Buddha and monastery.
        I am on day 3 of no electricity. Which was apparently turned off because I did not pay the rent on time. I was told I was moving out at the end of last month so I only signed a 1 month lease. But now that I am staying I have to have a new lease drawn up and it hasn't happened yet, so I didn't want to pay yet in case things changed. Now I know that if you do not pay by the 3rd of the month they shut your electricity off immediately. They do not mess around here. Hopefully, now that everything is all figured out and they are writing up a new lease agreement my electricity will be turned back on soon. I have no way of cooking or having hot water without it. Luckily, Will lives near me and I bring my thermos over and boil water at his house to use for my morning coffee and to help lesson the sting of taking a freezing cold tumpin in 30 degree weather.